ALAENA’S POV
The rain had not let up.
It fell in relentless waves, soaking through my torn clothes, chilling me to the bone.
My hair clung to my face, the weight of the water making it feel heavier than it was.
The iron bars of my cage were wet with rain, and I gripped them, my knuckles white, as if holding on to something solid would stop the storm raging inside me.
Lightning split the sky, illuminating the silhouette of the man standing just beyond my iron prison.
Sergei.
He stood with his arms crossed, watching me. The flickering torchlight and the violent flash of the storm made his expression smug.
“You look miserable,” he said, stepping closer.
“How fitting.”
I said nothing, I had no words to say.
I was drowning in grief, sinking deeper and deeper into the weight of every
